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Songs of the Seasons

And Other Poems. By Thomas Tod Stoddart

Stoddart, Thomas Tod (1810-1880)

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SUPPLICATION.

I.

Out from the Ocean hidings
The billows bring their tidings,
And my ear is on the stretch
As I pace the yellow strand,
For the message they may fetch
From a far and sunny land.
Oh! voices of the Sea,
Draw near and comfort me!

II.

The days around me darken,
But I listen, vainly hearken
For the whispering from afar—
A whispering from the South—
A love-charge from my Star,
In the errant Sea-wave's mouth!
Oh! billow bearing thee,
Draw near and comfort me!

III.

Kiss the cold strand I tread on
And the hopes that I have fed on
The weary summer through,
Make real, and bring nearer—

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Bring the lost one into view,
That I may hold him dearer,
Assured that he is true!
Oh! billow, shore-ward bearing,
Cast up in a distant sea!
I am weary, weeping, wearing
My heart out—all despairing,
Draw near and comfort me!